||One day I found myself smiling, it was about you.||

My day didn't start off too well. I left the house in a bitter mood after my mother rushed me out as she screamed at me because I had forgotten to set my alarm clock the night before. So I was late to school today, but this isn't the first time and certainly won't be the last.

Now I'm sitting in geography which is my least favourite subject. It's everybody's least favourite subject. It's because of out teacher. Let's just say that she isn't the skinniest, which makes her just as nice as Donald Trump. But if we're being technical here, she's actually the skinniest lady I've ever met, she has sooooo much skin. Okay, okay I'm done being rude now. I really don't enjoy the sound of her heavy breathing though, it's louder than my dad was the night before he left.

This is probably the worst day of the school year so far. Today I've been called gay 5 times on the way to class and it's only second period. I've been shoved into the lockers three separate times by three different people. Going to a huge public school like mine and being the stereotypical, chubby gay guy sucks balls. At least the lockers are red so they hide the blood stains...

I keep zoning out. Just be positive Kent. Don't let them see you cry.

A few minutes later, I feel something hit the back of my head. I turn around to see a group of boys snickering at me. I look down and see a crumpled piece of paper behind my chair.

Naturally I feel compelled to inspect the paper. Although I knew that whatever's inside is probably not positive, I'm just to curious to not read what's inside. Slowly I open up the crumpled paper and flatten it out on my desk.

One word, faggot.

I'm so used to this by now. I brush it off and start to take notes about economy or some shit.

And then something strange happens, I find myself smiling. I was caught up in a daydream, a daydream about My best friend Drew who I love more than anything.

Cute little scenarios run through my head. Visions of what it might feel like to hold his hand or to kiss him innocently. I imagine what out first kiss would be like. After I confess my love for him he goes completely stiff, he's speechless. Then after a few moments he gives me a shy stare and breaks the tension by kissing me sweetly. Something that both me and him have wanted to do ever since we first met. "I love you." He'd whisper and I would say it back. He'd grab my hand and lace our fingers together and I'd kiss his knuckles. I know that I must look like a loves-struck puppy, but I don't care. I love Drew and I don't care.